RIP Bill Rundle/Paul Valliere, you will be missed.
The last dream(er)
By: Star Spider
I picture you:
eyes closed,
facing the long night,
with your head held high.
The sigh of your breath a whisper,
speaking the cosmic truth
only a mind such as yours
would dare to consider.
Behind those paper thin lids,
scribbling on the walls;
a mad poet, the last dreamer,
dreaming the very last dream.
maybe:
a field of yellow lilies,
pungent with a fragrance that recalls your childhood,
a sky so blue your heart bleeds,
at the thought of all that missing red spectrum.
maybe:
a future so green your appendix is rediscovered,
and the verdant taste of chlorophyll
traces a winding garden path
through the dark corners of your mind.
maybe:
a sky unfurling like an infinite backdrop,
swirling primordial gasses, the spilled guts of stars,
a billion black holes with a trillion celestial bodies,
all dancing, singing, calling you home.
Light,
waterfalls,
pulsars,
smiles,
poetry,
love,
biology,
grace,
heaven,
puns,
laughter,
pens,
pencils,
paper,
peace.
I would give you every one as your last.
“I feel safer knowing you’re out there,”
you once told me,
and I said I felt the same about you.
I mean it still.
So now I picture you:
eyes closed,
facing the eternal day,
with your head held high.
A mad poet, the last dreamer,
dreaming the very last dream.
What a beautiful, beautiful tribute.
Thanks Alice, he was a wonderful person.